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I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Pamplo Nerouda
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes
Bāblū Nīrūdā
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Nieluda
Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Ricardo Reyes
Neftalí Reyes Basualto
Pāplō Nerūda
Inside
Virgin
Fire
Virgins
Sound
Thirst
Words
Rough
Feel
Cry
Feels
Touch
Verb
Rocks
Syllables
Darkness
Verbs

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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
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I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.
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so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
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I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.
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